Mmm, coffee. Hope the therapist appointment is helpful!
'Heart Of Gold'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Fingers crossed!
Best of luck today, Teppy! I hope the therapist can talk some sense into your brother.
Good luck today, Teppy! Hopefully incessant talking is a good sign.
He's awake and STILL TALKING.
I usually store my purse and lunch container on the spare chair in my office. When my coworker is coming in to meet, I clear off the chair. If she comes in and it turns out she needs to sit down, she just moves my purse and my lunch thing. Without asking. And puts them on the floor.
I realize this is not a big deal, but it really trips my no-touchy-my-stuff neurosis, and I find it kind of rude.
I realize this is not a big deal, but it really trips my no-touchy-my-stuff neurosis, and I find it kind of rude.
Huh. I'd do what your coworker does. But I might be rude. Though the logic is My Ass Trumps Your Stuff, which is the why people who occupy two seats on the train so they can have their bag on a seat get stinkeye.
Admittedly this is your office and your stuff, so it's not an exact correlation.
It's not like I would refuse to move my stuff. I just don't get a chance to.
people who occupy two seats on the train so they can have their bag on a seat get stinkeye.
That's definitely rude.
I'm flying on Thursday to a con, and for some reason, the first-class tickets were not much more expensive than coach, so I splurged. I'm going to judge the people in coach as they walk by.
I would ask before moving stuff. I have a pretty high no-touchy-my-stuff thing myself, though.
First-class, woo!
I have a no touchy my stuff reaction, too, but if I know this is her thing, I'd *have* to gabble, "Justmovethatstuffontothe(desk/table/other chair/floor/best option)" before she managed to complete the maneuver, so I would retain the impression, if only to myself, of having conferred permission. Oh lord, I'm *that* person, who tells you to do the thing you were going to do anyway--I hate that person, I wind up then *not wanting* to do the thing I was going to do. I think I hate me.
All best thoughts for Dana and DH, Steph and bro, and Suela and dad.
Laura, how are things?
Everybody else feeling okay? Sniffles? Fever? General malaise? Sending better~ma, and for those of you doing fine, keep that up, m'kay?